“Now that I have a sheep, a cow, and a Sigma, everyone bids me, “GOOD DAY SIR!””
Will the “new journalism” relegate the Sigma – once as vital a part of a journalist’s armoury as a belt made of twine and twigs – to the scrapheap? Look at this example. The decals and roof rack make me think it might have once been the magnificent wagon-lit of a restaurant critic or editor. (Actually only an editor would rate an orca. Dolphins for lower ranks.) Now even a Community news reporter might aspire to a Honda Jizz or Hyundai Night Crawler. By Dylan H.